The Plumage of the Male & Female Water Loon are Perfectly Identical...

It was just the two of us - the others had gone, and the wait staff began to question themselves as to whether they should clear the table and politely ask us if we'd care for the check. With bottles empty, we sat drinking coffee in the still afternoon and spoke of a common nearness to one another. The sweet, humid smell from the pond nearby paired with Clarisse's thoughtful analysis on water birds and wonderful sense of humor made it very difficult to want to leave, very difficult indeed.

Such an image as this - her smiling at me then glancing to the water where her portrait became thus imprinted upon the reflective watery canvas - is engrained into the fabric of my being for all time. I cannot construct such moments in simple, archaic characters of verse.

We only just met, you see, I neither know of her past nor understand completely her direction forth; still, when we conversed and harmonized so gently on that warm afternoon in July I felt as if the room ceased in its movements, as if all who were adjacent were mere statues encircling us:
The only two individuals in the world that mattered at that moment for reasons I will never be capable of telling.